By the third morning after the wolf’s awakening, Emily had found her rhythm in the pack. Too quickly, if you asked me.
She helped in the kitchens. She chatted with the younger warriors. She found reasons to stay close to the twins. And somehow, she always seemed to be where Asher was. Whether it was in the strategy room, the courtyard, or even on the training field.
At first, I told myself I was imagining it. But the longer it went on, the harder it became to ignore.
The day began like any other. I woke early, checked patrol reports, and went downstairs to find Asher already in the dining room, talking to Emily.
They were standing near the coffee pot, voices low but friendly. She laughed at something he said, light and effortless, and laid a hand briefly on his arm. It was quick, almos
